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Dice Man

Love thyself; Such a small sentence Yet it is often hard to do Dicing with death I fling myself into The raging path of chance I longingly hope for an end to the Gnawing misery that is life I want to feel free of all constraints That hold my sanity How eagerly I plot my downfall I impatiently dream of The happy cold embrace of stillness I need to stop but The world just rushes by I feel always lost I let fate decide how my day will end I suffer from despair As I can see no termination Of this unending misery I brood And feel overwhelmed With discontent All I wish for is An unhappy end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/24/2012 2:14:00 PM
On the button with this one concise.
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Date: 12/24/2012 6:29:00 PM
thanks...wrote in a low period....when i sent to my mates they all responded quite worried. i wrote it long before i typed it up...

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